Okay so this is an UBA short chapter but i hope you like it nonetheless.

Okay, so i am rather tired so all i can say is... Read on and enjoy :)

Chapter 11

Magnus' body had tingled all over, his fingertips felt as if a hot flame was burning them and the feeling spread throughout his body as quickly as a flame consuming a piece of kindling.

Then, he felt it.

The release, the feeling, the ability.

So he moved.

AAAAARRGGHH!

…

Ouch.

He was lying face down on the floor.

Maryse gasped slightly and looked away at the sight before her.

She had watched as Magnus' eyes had snapped open during her examination and his body had arched so far into the air that he had fish-flopped off the side of the bed, arms flailing as he let out a shocked noise before his body thudded to the ground.

In the cupboard, Jocelyn, Luke and Clary all stared wide eyed.

Maryse had tried to grab him before he fell, but only succeeded in grabbing a handful of the bed sheets and tearing them off Magnus' form.

Now, she had to remind herself that she was a professional as she looked down at Magnus' body sprawled out on the floor.

She stepped around the bed but as soon as she was near him, he hopped up onto his feet, backing away from her with his hands held out as if to protect himself.

She let out a surprised noise and looked away quickly.

Jocelyn blinked quickly and covered Clary's eyes with her hand, just as a large hand came to hurriedly block her own vision.

Luke poignantly looked away, pressing only his ear to the door with the conclusion that now was a time for listening, not seeing.

In the room, all of the Shadowhunters turned their backs on the figure and left the room at Robert's firm glance. Magnus was breathing heavily yet apart from that, he seemed to find nothing abnormal about his situation.

"Three months." He mused as he checked himself over. "I now see the benefit of hibernating; it's very calming and fantastic for keeping the wrinkles away."

"Mr Bane—" Robert began gruffly as he analysed a chip in the paint on the walls.

"Yes." Magnus said, looking towards the man who chanced a glance towards the warlock before snapping his gaze back to the wall, a hysterical look on his face.

"Do you want to…?" Robert waved his hand, hoping Magnus would catch on.

"Do I want to what?" Magnus frowned, moving towards the man who hastily took a step away from him.

"Umm—Maryse you tell him—I'm going to, uh, pay Skye." And with that, he strode off, out of the room to pay the warlock who, even Magnus knew, had already left.

"What a swell guy!" Magnus exclaimed, finally approaching Maryse whose eyes widened at the gesture. "You are very lucky!"

"Yes—yes I suppose I am." Maryse said wanly as she still clenched the white sheets in her hands.

"So, how's baby number three coming along?" Magnus asked cheerfully and watched as Maryse's brow creased in disbelief.

"WH—what are you talking about? I only have two children!" Maryse said quickly, but no one missed how she sounded slightly panicky and she began to grip the fabric in her hands, harder than before.

Magnus' eyes widened in faux shock, and he brought a hand up to his mouth as he gasped.

"You mean to say—? You didn't know that you were pregnant?" He buried his face in his hands as he moaned. "Oh god; I always do this! Bad Magnus, Bad Magnus!" He sighed. "Congratulations anyway, I'm sure he'll be a wonderful child."

"He?" Maryse squeaked, eyes wide in horror.

Magnus hit himself on the head.

"Oh no! I can't stop myself, I just can't!" He grinned guiltily clapping his hands together excitedly as he scooped Maryse up in a hug.

When he put her down, she was just as immobile as before; in fact, even more so.

"Dearie me! You should be happy! A baby! I love babies! Aren't they wonderful? So cuddly and chubby! Oh—look at me I'm tearing up!" Magnus placed one hand on his jutted out hip and fanned himself with the other, looking up at the ceiling whilst muttering; "Don't cry Magnus, you can't cry!"

"Yes, quite." Maryse said blandly. "I—I have to go—" For a while she simply opened and closed her mouth before striding out of the room, dropping the bed sheets as she went, her footsteps heavy as she ran down the stairs and out of the house.

Magnus relaxed his stance and stood in the almost empty room for a while, just listening.

"Maryse! Maryse are you okay? Maryse!" Robert Lightwood called after his wife as he followed her out into the street; Magnus walked over to the window and watched them from where he had peeled back a section of the curtain.

Maryse flailed her arms about as she spoke and Robert's face slowly became emptier. Eventually, Maryse buried her face in her hands as she finished speaking. Robert pulled her into a hug and let his wife rest her head in the crook of his neck.

A few words were exchanged as the inspection was called off and Magnus watched as the confused group rounded the corner of the street and left.

Magnus grinned evilly, feeling extremely proud of his quick thinking, before he turned to face the cupboard.

"They're gone, you can come out now." He told the people in the cupboard as he crossed his arms.

"Umm—yeah. We would—but Magnus?" Luke said hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"Could you put some clothes on?"

Yes, so Maryse has just been embraced by a rather naked Magnus... LOL :P

So i am off to bed now, due to the fact that it's...10:30...wow...i need a life...OH WELL; I am sensible :)

NIGHT!

Love from

Alicia

xxxx

P.S. Reviews will help me sleep :)